Gathering together

[Firebird]

Spectra

Blaze ran her slender, well formed finger and finely manicured nail down the screen of her sleek IPAD. Cameron sent files and information over to her and she opened and categorized them almost immediately. She was a whiz with the tech and relieved Morgan and Sally Spectra of having to bother with most of it.

Gulping down more of her apple jack, she motioned for Nicolas to move next to her and began sharing the information with him. Her apple green eyes scanned over everything as it came through. Cameron had been a busy boy!

Tucking some of her auburn hair behind her ear, she couldnt resist the urge to make a joke about Cameron when reading the headline. She nudged Nicolas as she laughed and heard Morgan behind them snickering.


Finally came what Blaze sensed was the HEART of this meeting. Cameron wanted his baby, the Parthenon, back from Morgan. He offered to PURCHASE it. BLAZE immediately sensed this as a tremendous opportunity for Morgan to gain more of the capital she needed as she moved toward her ULTIMATE goal of ILLUSTRA 2.0.

"Oh my god!"

She whispered as her eyes sparkled with excitment and she slapped Nicolas' arm! But then, Morgan, showing how far she had come in her own personal feelings about Cameron and being the gracious woman she was, offered to GIVE it back to him. That was sweet...but NOT the business savvy Morgan that she knew both in THIS and HER own timeline.

Quickly turning around, her aurburn hair flowing with her turning head, she looked at Morgan in dismay.

"Sis, I love you and I know you call the shots, but THINK about this for a minute! It's WIN/WIN here! Cameron gets the Parthenon back..."

Turning back to look at the view screen, she eyes Cameron unwavering

"...And WE ALL better have the same V.I.P. level of access we've always had..."

Turning to the side, looking between Cameron, Nicolas and then back to Morgan

"...and YOU, Morg, would get a huge amount of capital that could push you one more step closer to ILLUSTRA 2.0!!!"

Blaze spoke from the heart. She believed in following one's heart, always. She knew that ILLUSTRA was at the center of Morgan's heart. She understood and respected Cameron's desire and need to have the Parthenon back, and Morgan GIVING it to him would be really sweet and all, but she felt Morgan should benefit from this as well and she wanted that known.

 

[MorningStar]

Melrose Place, Apartment #1

There was a knock at the door.

“Oh, hallelujah.”

Sharon got up to answer it, and like her, Delilah could hear that whomever was on the other side was non-threatening. And at this point, even the Jehovah’s Witnesses would be a welcome distraction.

Hello ma'am, we have your nursery furniture, dressings, linens, window treatments, diaper genie and 100 refills. We also have a complete set of 24 bottles of various sizes with a full suite of appropriately sized nipples, a pump, a mini refrigerator for the child's items, a bottle warmer, a lifetime diaper service agreement (disposable or cloth reusable), an all-in-one stroller/car seat, a 24-hour certified on-call nanny service agreement and an open line of credit for anything that has been omitted that you might desire or require for your child. Additionally, the truck has everything in three different themes in your favorite color, all courtesy of Mr. Nicolas King. If you could just sign here we will place everything according to your wishes Ms. Trelaven.

“Oh. Holy. Jesus.”

Delilah couldn’t help but gape at the mass of stuff. Her eyes flashed anger…but only for a second. In the past, she would have sent it all back. But recently she had begun to understand Nicolas King better, and rather than see this as a bribery attempt, she chose to see it for what it was: a genuine gift.

Sharon helped her up off the floor. Accepting help where she hadn’t needed it before was one of the most challenging things about her current condition.

Robert didn't even do anything quite like this for me when I was carrying Kyle. But then again, I probably wouldn't have let him. I was so bent on letting him know that I didn't marry him for his money.

Delilah’s eyes betrayed a twinge of sadness. These gifts were from a friend, NOT the baby’s father. It only lasted a second, and then she was smiling wistfully as she signed the invoice for the delivery men, her thoughts turning back to what Sharon was saying.

“I only hope that one day Nicolas finds someone who helps him see that as well – that he doesn’t have to use his money to make people like him.”

Delilah nodded to Sharon as she took her leave.

“Thanks, Sharon.”

And of course, true to form, as the workmen began bringing the items into the apartment she did the only thing she could do: she started putting things together. She wasn't an invalid, after all.

 

[Ruby]

Melrose Place - Apt. 6

:: Cass had never seen anyone before with intense eyes like Sharon’s. The fact that Sharon could look at somebody, REALLY look at them, and know EVERY PHYSICAL THING about their bodies was somewhat unnerving, but Cass supposed vampires unnerved people too. After all, they could tell a lot about people just by the smell of their blood. Like if somebody’s blood smells disgusting, then that meant that they were sick or something. Medicated people’s blood – transplants, cancer, etc – tended to smell …artificial. ::

You're looking better, more settled now. That's a good thing.

“Yeah, well, when I first got here, work was pretty crazy. Like, REALLY crazy. And then Ella had to leave on for a business trip so that made things even crazier. Not to mention that CERTAIN PEOPLE made things rough for awhile too.”

:: The dark-haired beauty shrugged. ::

“But I’m dealing with it.”

It's not easy, living in a place like this. Even if it is filled with people who are something OTHER than..."only human." I tried it...but I wasn't ready. And even now, I wouldn't live here on a permanent basis. I need a more...solitary dwelling.

“All I have ever known, since my…after life, were my vampire…family, for lack of a better word. I walk like a woman…but I’m not one. Not really. And even though I’m a vampire, there are still some of them looking down on me for not being a traditional one. I don’t know if I could ever be in solitude. I HAVE to be among people that I…”

:: Cass broke off, wondering if she should finish. She didn’t know what Sharon would think of her not being a traditional vampire. She decided to just go for it. ::

“Love.”

:: Cass eyed Sharon warily. She had gathered from previous encounters that Sharon had her back but still…she had lost everybody she had loved already, minus a few people, and that had made her stand back a bit. But Sharon had also showed that she UNDERSTOOD her and that mattered too. Time will tell. ::

Delilah is well. She continues to cooperate and following my directions, which makes it easier and better for her.

“That’s good.”

:: Cass didn’t really care about Delilah, but the baby she carried was INNOCENT in all of this. Cass loved children. Vampires loved to eat them because of their innocent blood, but Cass made sure to stay away from them. ::

How are you feeling? As I said, you certainly look more settled here than when last I saw you.

:: Cass laid back against the couch. If she were human, she would’ve sighed. Her facial expression said it all. ::

“You know…I’m feeling okay. As I said, things have been pretty crazy when I first arrived but now that things have slowed down at work and here, I feel good. I feel better. I’ve joined a gym here, not that I need it of course, but it helps to de-stress. I’m taking kickboxing lessons. So THAT really helps. You know?”

 

[Rampage]

Nicolas was inwardly ROLLING. Blaze was killing Cameron softly with her quips while showing Nicolas what he was already aware of: that Cameron was a money-making GOLD MINE who was quickly becoming the man in real estate. Cameron was likely aware that some of his investors were playing with Nicolas' money. Nicolas was many things; a smart investor was one of them. He whispers to the redhead as she shows the headlines.

Yeah Blaze...he is making me rich all over again. Amazing really.

Blaze mentions Cameron's...appetite and Nic smiles.

Be careful, he might wanna check you to see if the carpet matches the drapes.

A reference to Blaze's red hair and Cameron's attempt to bed her not so long ago. He could understand the urge, Blaze was gorgeous, but she was also not into men except to toy with at most, so that was (unfortunately for Cam) that.

Nicolas mixed a drink as Cameron offered to pay for the Parthenon and heard Morgan's response. He almost choked at first, then quickly regained his composure. This should be good.

 

[Silver Swan]

MP Apt 6

[ it was not lost on Sharon that the only difference between a vampire and a ZOMBIE from mystech was that a vampire retained their intellect, their will, emotions and passions. Vampires were rather...fascinating. Amazons loathed and distrusted vampires but Sharon was her own being. Not human, not a mutant and not REALLY an Amazon. She moved among these groups, yet she always would stand out. That was essentially Cass' lot in life as well. She was not a typical vampire and that caused her to stand out from own kind. She certainly didnt "fit in" with humans either and where mutants and meta-humans was concerned, it was always hit or miss]

[ She felt the girl's frustration and unhappiness, despite her being "dead".]

I know how you feel. But you're actually handling it alot better than I did when I first "returned" as Silver Swan.

I don't really have a family either. My original, natural family...my husband and my son, died at the hands of Mystech and ultimately, so did I. I always hoped that if that day came, that I'd be with Robert and Kyle where ever their souls had gone to. But not even in death was I free of Mystech.

[Holding out one of hands, palm up and looking down at it]

They turned me into THIS. But aside from that, I found out that...I dont know WHERE Robert's soul went to...it really poked a big hole in the MYTH of heaven. And as for my son, well he wasn't truly dead either. He'd been brutalized, experimented upon and turned into a monster...and if I was able to do one thing to make up for FAILING to protect him all those years earlier....i did it that night in Arklay...

<<FLASH!>>

<< 1 year ago. Arklay Mansion, the subterranean Arena.>>

<< A GIGANTIC, massive, MONSTER attacking the Six. Spellbinder attempting to sheild them with her magick, only to be battered unconscious, leaving Rampage to stand between the team and the monster when suddenly...>>

STOP!

[ the voice was firm, clear and strong....but it was unmistakably changed....it was Silver Swan, she emerged from the dark cave with her gryfalcons hurridly flying in overhead. Sharon uses her sonic enhance power to reach Kyle on a DIFFERENT level with her voice...tapping into his primal memories of his mother's voice...something that couldnt be taken from his core by science. ]

Kyle Kelly...that's ENOUGH!

[ she called out..commanding the attention of the beast as she walked forward.]

[ the beast...was truly surprised and confused....his fists slowly lowered to the ground as he stood there, looking over at the silver armoured woman.]

Do you recognize me? Yes, Mommy's home now. Mommy's here!

[ she continued to walk forward slowly. using the power in her voice to provide a soft lulling effect on Kyle.]

[ she approached him...and was now standing before him.]

you've been a good boy, youve been brave to wait for mommy and now i'm here.

[ but Kyle wasnt entirely sure what was going on.....and he raised his fist...Sharon didnt flinch, but her silver eyes did widen.]

KYLE! MOTHER IS TALKING TO YOU!

[ she firmly commands, like a mother correcting her son for misbehaving...and Kyle grunts a bit as he lowers his fist...and tilts his head...]

yes...listen to mother.

come...come to mommy!

[ she holds out her hand...touching his arm. her other hand was noticeably behind her back.]

kneel down now.

[ she nods her head reassuringly as he slowly complies.]

yes...kneel down. its allright now.

[ he makes a few low growling sounds...and Sharon shushes him.]

Mommy has a gift for you....but you must close your eyes.

[ despite his size and features...his HEAD remained the most "vulnerable" area of his body....]

close your eyes now Kyle...and mommy will make it all better. yes...that's right...close them.

[ she reassures him as he obeys and tears began to stream from her silver eyes...as he closes his eyes and seems so TRUSTING of his mother and her armour gleams as she brings forth her OTHER HAND...which is holding a silver MACHETE that she had manifested. she now lifts it up over her head....preparing to DECAPITATE her own son!]

[ Sharon had known ALL ALONG there was no saving her son....but as his MOTHER...she HAD to go back for him, to "make it allright" just as she had promised him all those years ago and that meant FREEING HIM from this HORROR NIGHTMARE EXISTENCE he had been damned to. She was not as OUT OF TOUCH as The Six , as DELILAH thought she had been. she had put aside her own feelings and trauma..and for the sake of her son as well as her friends and the PUBLIC...she was no prepared to END the threat of kyle AND end his suffering.]

I love you baby....mommy loves you....

[ she pulls back...and prepares to bring the blade down as the Six watches.]

<< FLASH!>>

What no mother...no parent should ever have to do...to their own child

<<FLASH!>>

<< ....seconds later...>>

[as she raised her hands which clasped the gleaming silver machete she manifested with her new found powers, she closed her tear strained silver eyes for a moment, a moment that seemed to freeze in time as images of her son as he once was flashed through her mind....a rapid fire montage with his voice, his beautifull blue eyes looking up at his mommy...]
[in one final, tragic moment of telepathic rapport]

Kyle: i love you mommy!

Sharon: and I love you too baby!

[ this PAIN that she felt...it was bringing her closer back to "HERSELF".]

[ the time had come for her to "make it all better" and the members of the six wisely kept silent and did not interfere...many of them understood...and noted the strength that this woman had to do what no mother should be forced to even consider.]

[ but at that moment...the sound of a PHOTON BLAST shatters the uncertain silence....accompanied by the flash of the power signature, coming from far above along the domed ceiling...the sound was enough to cause Kyle to open his eyes...a moment longer and it would be too late! Sharon could not AFFORD to look to the direction where the photon blast came. she did not realize that MorningStar had just SAVED HER LIFE!]

[ Sharon shudders with sorrow as she brings her arms down with the force and speed behind them. the silver machete slices through the air and gleams once more before it connects with deadly accuracy and CLEANLY decapitates Kyle, seperating his head from his body just as he began to show signs of agitation and growling at being brought out of the lulled trance he was in. it was over...no more pain...no more violence...no more forced existence in a body that was as unnatural as anything a spell could manifest.]

[ Kyle Kelly, was dead...at long last...at piece.]

mommy made it all better....

[ Sharon said softly as she sank to her knees...and dropped the blade while the headless body writhed and struggled with seconds of shock that seemed to last an eternity...arms flailing and searching...tentacles waving and spreading. Kyle's body finally fell to the ground with a resounding THUD. Sharon was now beside herself as she covered her face.]

[ their lives had been forever changed by the touch of mystech...but in this moment, Sharon did what she wished she could have done so long ago...she liberated her son from the clutches of this nightmare...but not in the way she had wanted.]

my son.....

[ her voice weak and trembling...]

[ the memories are vivid and unedited. as intense now as they were the night it actually happened. But Sharon doesnt show any OUTWARD signs of strain or distress. She simply REMEMBERS]

I freed my son of the HELL they put him in, the only what that I could. And so...for that, if NOTHING ELSE, I am grateful that I was brought back , even if it was against my will, and given this POWER that I now have because I was able to do THAT...for my son. I don't believe in heaven. But i know HE is FREE and that much...it has done more than I first realized to calm my own forever altered soul.

[ She looks back at Cass.]

You have every right to be cautious, but don't waste precious time. You've shown them[The Six] before what you have to offer and that you can be of help. You've shown them that you're not "typical" of other vampires. You deserve a fair shot, just as each of them was given. Just as I was given.

I also think it's time that I began training you in the ART of hand to hand combat, as I learned from the Amazons. In order to be effective in protecting yourself and being of help to the Six, you must train to hone your physical skills and refine your powers. It is not enough just to BE powered, that power must be HARNESSED and focused and with regards to your fighting skills, you will find few that are more qualified than ME to teach you.

You must live for and in TODAY. I had to learn that. You must learn it. For YOUR sake and for those who you would see regard you as an equal.

 

[Prophet]

Parthenon Hotel - New York City - Top Floor Penthouse Suite B

Morgan: Well, Cameron I must say that you are definitely moving forward with the wind at your back. I'm HAPPY for you and I know Alison is too. You've come so far...and you look good enough for me to ALMOST CONSIDER signing you to the House of Spectra model family.

Cameron cocked an eyebrow as Morgan seemed to be...complementing him. He was a little taken back but felt somewhat relieved when she added the ALMOST CONSIDER part. THAT was the Morgan he knew. He smiled as she continued...

Morgan: But really, dear, there's no need for all of this. If you want the Parthenon back, I'll GIVE it to you. It was yours to begin with and when we thought you were dead, Alycia executed your will, which is how it passed from me to Alison and then back to me.

Thanks to his newly awakened empathic ability, he was able to tell that Morgan seemed a little "offput" from his presentation. He had a method to his madness, and was about to explain himself as Blaze interjected HERself into the conversation.

Blaze: Sis, I love you and I know you call the shots, but THINK about this for a minute! It's WIN/WIN here! Cameron gets the Parthenon back, and WE ALL better have the same V.I.P. level of access we've always had, and YOU, Morg, would get a huge amount of capital that could push you one step closer to Illustra 2.0!

Cameron furrowed his brow. Blaze was certainly boisterous this evening and Nicolas knew very well that Cameron's deal with Morgan would more than push her one step closer, it would place at the doorstep.

"Morgan. Let me explain. I'm sorry if I appear to be treating this as nothing more than a formal business transaction when it is clear we have a relationship that reaches far beyond business. I come to you with this deal out of the utmost respect for you both as a friend and a businesswoman. Getting the Parthenon might not have been your first choice, but you have taken care of every aspect of the business when I couldn't. You kept it safe, and you kept it profitable, which in an economy like this, is a big deal. I also have a different way of doing things now. I've gotten a LOT of things in my life that I probably shouldn't have based on the abuse of my abilities and my underhanded business practices. Not anymore. I EARN what I have this time around. So you see, you GIVING me The Parthenon when you've been at the helm for so long would be a discredit to you, and quite honestly wouldn't make me feel right..."

Cameron leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms.

"You've seen the net worth of the chain, and i'm offering you just that and Nicolas can vouch for the financial validity of the offer. Like your sister said, this could be a game changing deal that could help you rebuild and take back what is rightfully yours. Do I think you NEED my or anybody else's help? No. You have proven yourself on ALL battlefields, be it business or personal..."

Leaning in closer to the screen.

"It's important for me to do this right..." (softening) "You took care of my baby..let me repay you and help you get yours back."

 

[Rampage]

Nicolas listened to the conversation and nodded as he was mentioned. Once Cameron was done Nicolas paused, then spoke.

Take the goddamn deal Morgan. It is solid and gives him what he wants and you the clear-cut no shit ability to have what you really want and deserve. There are very few times when a deal can make everyone involved feel so good and still be fiscally smart to do.

He looks at Cameron on he screen and continues.

I assume this affords us all the accoutrements to which we are accustomed and spreads it to all worldwide locations? I am sensing some 'holes' in your design that seem to represent hidden floors and suites. Is that correct Cameron?

 

[Prophet]

While waiting for Morgan's response, Nicolas inquired about their own status' within the Hotels and perceptively pointed out areas that Cameron had planned out to be used as resources for the Six.

"Of course. Just underneath the top floor, there will be a set of penthouse suites to completely take care of each and every one of your needs. They will privately staffed and sworn to disclosure and screened heavily pre/during/and post employment."

Cameron sent another image of the floor plans of the exterior of the building.

"There are THREE Panic Rooms. One on the 89th Floor, One on the 40th floor and one on the 13th floor. Each room is equipped with medical supplies, food, assorted weaponry and surveillance equipment and will be designed to SPECIFICALLY avoid the types of attacks that our groups experiences the most."

Sending yet another blueprint, this time of the foundation below the hotel.

"Underneath the underground parking complex will lie 3 to 4 levels of areas Specific to The Six. We will have a War Room JUST as good as the one we had at Illustra, a Danger Room and Private Gym for training as well as a set of holding cells and various storage areas that can be converted to anything we might possibly need outside that. It's time to rebuild our infrastructure, it's time we step back into the Big Boy's playing field."

 

[Spellbinder]

Spectra- memories

<< Morgan's initial response was genuine, based on her history with Cameron, her long standing sisterly friendship with Alison and, though she would NOT say it aloud often, her heartfelt RELIEF that he was alive, well and doing SO GOOD in this life now. She NEVER thought she'd see the day where she respected...cared for...LOVED him, just as she loved his sister.>>

<< BUT as Blaze dramatically pointed out, she WAS a business woman. She'd done BUSINESS with Ava Cassadine, Nicolas King, Cameron King (under his original company), Madonna and now Sally Spectra. Friends could do business and see massive success for one another.>>

<< Blaze and Nicolas and even Cameron KNEW what lay in Morgan's heart...>>

It's important for me to do this right...(softening) You took care of my baby..let me repay you and help you get yours back.

<< Zooming in on Morgan's violet eyes...>>

<<FLASH!>>

<< NYC. 2 years ago.>>

::the crowds were gone...but something ELSE was there....from the window where Alison stood in the alcove, the view was blocked by a massive object...the beady eye of a SENTINEL peering through the small window and as Harbinger gasps, she immediately teleblinks Tinkerbell away as the massive HAND of the sentinel SMASHES through the window, the WALL as it intends to EXTRACT her. the sound and IMPACT rocks Illustra.::

:: Hauling ass out of the war room, Ava quickly ran down to where Section 5B was, bursting through the door, just in time to see the sentinal grabbing for Alison. Gesturing out with her hand, a huge gust of wind picked up one of the large shards of metal debris laying on the ground hurling into the sentinal's red eye. Grabbing Alison by the hand, the witch was obviously in shock from what had happened. Quickly pulling her back, Ava looked at her. ::

"Let's go! MOVE!"

<<FLASH!>>

<< Cameron wasn't there....he didn't see the sentinels surround Illustra that day the six were OUTED by Bishop. He didn't see it FALL. Morgan's violet eyes continue to stare at Nicolas, Blaze and Cameron, not blinking...>>

<<FLASH!>>

:: The building rocked as more sentinals arrived and began to attack. It was a surreal experience, to be within Illustra and fear that it would actually be destoryed this time. ::

"We need to get out of here!"

:: Shouting above the chaos, Alison agreed and soon all four woman evacuated outside of Illustra. Looking up at the building through the heavy rain, the towering sentinals continued to smash and pound their HOME. Debris fell, crashing into the concrete and causing the woman to move even further away. ::

<< She doesnt hear Blaze calling her name...>>

<<FLASH!>>

<< Morgan and Alycia arrive ...but to Morgan's shock...the building itself is nearly on the verge of COLLAPSE and they quickly regroup ouside, finding the rest of the team nearby...>>

ILLUSTRA!!!

<< Morgan cried out...>>

my home...my whole life....they're TAKING it from me...

<< Morgan couldnt help but to stare, almost transfixed by the sentinels as they smashed through Illustra....>>

Alycia...take cover. I may not be able to save Illustra...but I'll be damned if these robots are going to get through this without sustaining damage of their own!

<< Illustra- the building that once was the beacon of fashion and style throughout the east coast, america and among the many focal points of fashion around the world, was now nothing more than another casualty of the anti mutant/meta human sentinment which was now seemingly fully endorsed by the government. all the work, the investment, the emotions, memories that made this place so much more than merely a building were now beginning to seem distant as the shocking, tragic scene unfolded before the women of the Six.>>

<< the building began to creak and groan...the metal straining , electrical fires and other disruptions bursting out from various areas and smoke churning around the highest levels of the building. finally as the Sentinels concluded the threat of mutants in Illustra had been dealt with, the building seemed to take its cue and toppled, slowly to the side before collapsing down. Harbinger manifests a force dome around the women of the six, as the cloud of dust, debris and force sweeps for them...and then encompasses them. the force of Illustra's fall rocks the ground around them as street lights shatter, building and car alarms begin to sound off and all visual around the women is obscured for what seems like EVER. Harbinger's force dome holds steady but pieces of the building fly at it quickl and slam into it, deflecting whilding and causing more than a few flinches from the team along with Alycia. Illustra was finished...destroyed very publicly to match the now very public OUTRAGE of the Six hiding in plain sight.>>

<< while within the force dome, Morgan indicates her plan to her team mates. destroy these sentinels as they have destroyed Illustra and send a message that while they may be down..they WONT give up without a fight!>>

<< as the chaos of Illustra's fall rains down and sweeps around them, the women continue to hold their position. after moments of chaos, the cloud of dust begins to dissipate. Persephone further sweeps it away with winds >>

<< the sentinels have destroyed their home. they must leave for the sake of their lives..

<<FLASH!>>

<< The memories are as clear and VIVID in her mind's eye now as they were the day it happened. the sounds, the EMOTIONS surrounding the destruction of Illustra echo in her mind...slowly fading to the sound of....>>

Blaze: "MORG!?? What's the matter!?"

Nicolas: MORGAN?

<< Morgan's violet eyes blink, once, twice...a tear falls down her cheek>>

OH! I'm SORRY.

<< she shakes her head and begins to compose herself.>>

I lost myself...thinking about the day Illustra fell.

<< quickly grabbing a hankerchief from her purse, she dabs her eyes and looks at Cameron.>>

I had finally learned to live, knowing i was MORE than my fashion empire. For a moment, I lost myself in those bad memories of that day the Six was outed.

<< Clearing her throat as she sat further up in her chair at her wrap around desk>>

You've presented a clear and logical proposal. One that is quite fair and mutually beneficial.

<< Ignoring Blaze and Nicolas' lingering looks of concern over her.>>

I have done business with Ava Cassadine and Nicolas King, not to mention you, once before. I can do so again.

<< slowly standing up and leaning forward, placing her hands on her desk. The sadness that was once on her face melts into the glamorous smile that helped make her famous.>>

Cameron King, I accept your offer. Send the contracts to Blaze, she'll take it to my legal counsel and I'll sign it. We'll get this expedited BUT!

<< holding up her hand for silence from everyone....>>

ONLY if you agree to let House of Spectra/ Spectra Couture host a fashion media event the night we announce the official change of ownership.

Do we have a deal?

 

[Rampage]

Morgan dazed out for a second and he could tell she was reliving the loss of her dream. He grabbed her shoulder as she snapped out of it. He continued to stay close by as she replied.

OH! I'm SORRY.

<< she shakes her head and begins to compose herself.>>

I lost myself...thinking about the day Illustra fell.

<< quickly grabbing a hankerchief from her purse, she dabs her eyes and looks at Cameron.>>

I had finally learned to live, knowing i was MORE than my fashion empire. For a moment, I lost myself in those bad memories of that day the Six was outed.

<< Clearing her throat as she sat further up in her chair at her wrap around desk>>

You've presented a clear and logical proposal. One that is quite fair and mutually beneficial.

<< Ignoring Blaze and Nicolas' lingering looks of concern over her.>>

I have done business with Ava Cassadine and Nicolas King, not to mention you, once before. I can do so again.

<< slowly standing up and leaning forward, placing her hands on her desk. The sadness that was once on her face melts into the glamorous smile that helped make her famous.>>

Cameron King, I accept your offer. Send the contracts to Blaze, she'll take it to my legal counsel and I'll sign it. We'll get this expedited BUT!

<< holding up her hand for silence from everyone....>>

ONLY if you agree to let House of Spectra/ Spectra Couture host a fashion media event the night we announce the official change of ownership.

Do we have a deal?

Nicolas beamed as Morgan came back to herself and shook out a tasty add-on to launch this all.

Take the deal Cam!! Hurry before you wake up in a bathtub minus a kidney!!

Cameron smiled and Nicolas poured another screwdriver and scooped Blaze up in his arms, tossing her up and catching her.

HAHA!!!! Now let's go party!!

 

[Prophet]

Cameron waited for Morgan's response with baited breath. Deep inside, he knew that she would most likely take the deal but part of him was still a little bit nervous. He had learned not to think he could ever have Morgan Victoria completely figured out.

As he waited for her to respond, Cameron could tell she was in the middle of something, looking almost as if she was experiencing a vision. She was lost deep in thought, and what was worse was her emotion. Based on what Cameron could feel from her, she was most definitely re-living the moment that Illustra fell, completely destroyed. She had mourned the loss of that life already, and the fact that she could possibly have it once again? She was feeling a mixture of excitement and a little fear and it comforted Cameron to know that Morgan was capable of feeling fear at all. As he watched her, he took a moment to think of and be present about how full circle this moment was for the both of them. Years ago, he had entered her office at Illustra a cocky young playboy with no regard or concern for anyone but himself.

He was crass and rude, and refused to give Morgan the respect that she deserved, even though he was trying to get her services for his business. Now here they were, years later, about to reach a decision that would put them back on the platforms they rightfully deserved to be at. Their personal relationship aside, Cameron probably respected Morgan the most out of the Six when it came to business. Nicolas was a very successful man, but Morgan and Cameron shared the same tenacity. The same overwhelming desire and determination for perfection and success. And now finally, for the first time in his life, he felt as if he was finally on equal footing with her.

There was no more adversity between them. No longer were they attempting to constantly degrade the value and work ethic of the other. They had been transformed from enemies...to family. Cameron was no longer jealous of the relationship between Morgan and Alison, he was glad that they were so close, because in their closeness, it allowed for Cameron to open his eyes and his heart to see the person Morgan truly was.

"This is a big moment..."

Cameron had become so lost in his own thoughts that he probably looked as dazed as Morgan did, and it wasn't until he heard the voices of Blaze and Nicolas that he himself snapped back into realtiy. Morgan and Cameron's eyes met.

Morgan: Cameron King, I accept your offer. Send the contracts to Blaze, she'll take it over to my legal counsel and i'll sign it. We'll get this expedited BUT.. ONLY if you agree to let House of Spectra/Spectra Couture host a fashion media event the night we announce the official change of ownership. Do we have a deal?

Cameron smiled.

"We have a deal. The contracts will arrive in the morning, and we will coordinate our schedules and find a time that works to go over plans for the event, and this time we can be sure Helena Quartermaine will not show up to ruin things."

He laughed at Nicolas' comments.

"Once again, THANK You Morgan. It's been a pleasure doing business with you. Blaze, and Nicolas? Come to the city already, it's beautiful here right now! Now... if you'll excuse me.. There's a certain songbird in the night club downstairs i've been looking to sing me a song...You have a good night, friends!"

With a wave goodbye and a wink, Cameron shut off his computer and let out a giant sigh. Sitting there for a moment, taking in everything that just happened. In his excitement, he threw his fist in the air and laughed in a very manly, over zealous display of joy. He looked at the clock. It was close to Dominique's performance time and he was hoping to get "the best seat in the house."

 

[Rampage]

"Once again, THANK You Morgan. It's been a pleasure doing business with you. Blaze, and Nicolas? Come to the city already, it's beautiful here right now! Now... if you'll excuse me.. There's a certain songbird in the night club downstairs i've been looking to sing me a song...You have a good night, friends!"

Nicolas smile froze for a second...then he chuckled again. Under his breath he whispered to himself...

Is that right? Be careful Cam...Auntie D packs a wallop you can't cover with American Express.

He finally put Blaze down.

Let's move ladies!! Drinks are definitely on...Morgan!!

 

[Seer]

And so

<< and like a seed, planted so long ago, nurtured and cared for through changing seasons and conditions, no matter how hard or adverse it became...slowly something grew and in time, FRUIT came to bear.>>

<< the change and GROWTH not just in Cameron but Morgan, Nicolas and even Blaze since her arrival in mainstream time was evident and tonight, the FRUITS of those changes was beginning to come to pass.>>

<< An exciting deal was made between friends/family and the world would take notice soon enough. For now though, happiness and excitement were front and center, as Morgan, in a rare display of true glee, CRIED OUT with joy, hugging her sister and her confidant as tears streamed down her face.>>

<< Nicolas is ready to take the ladies out to celebrate...but they needed to stop at Melrose Place first. His plan would not come to pass, for he would be interrupted by an unexpected arrival and contact, as would Morgan. >>


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<< Cameron prepared for the next part of his evening. He would be in the audience for glamorous chanteuse, Dominique Deveraux at the Parthenon nightclub. He was EAGER to connect with her back stage too. They had not interacted directly since the last exercise of the truce between the Six and Sisterhood against Viper. Despite her every attempt to savage him, he was intrigued by her in more ways than one. Tonight would be ANOTHER reset for him with her. She was not immediately aware that he had taken up residence at the Parthenon and so the evening would proove most interesting for them both.>>

<<while...>>-----------------------------------

<< Back in LA. Michael accompanied Karen to "Bell, Book and Candle", a beautiful and well maintained apothecary nestled in on the trendy Melrose Avenue. Being around witches, being in a relationship with one could be interesting, amusing and sometimes infuriating. Now, inside the apothecary, Michael inspected the curious little trinkets, figurines, and other itmes he saw. While Karen shopped and conserved with the apothecary's mistress about the local coven in the area. It would soon be time for them to head to a bistro nearby for a quiet dinner before returning to Melrose Place, Michael's apartment, where Karen would say her goodbyes to return back to Minerva's Aerie. They would soon see a change in THEIR plans as well. >>

<<Sharon and Cass continue to talk a bit more, while Delilah takes a break, resting on the couch. She knows Morgan and Blaze will be stopping by to check on her shortly and the last thing she wants is for them to find her "exerting herself" so they can begin scolding her.>>

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<< The evening is filled with joy, satisfaction and anticipation. Flowing smoothly for all of the six and their allies on both coasts. But that joy, both on the east and west coast, would be short lived. For no matter where the Six went, trouble and adversity were sure to follow and present themselves in one form or another. Even if it came in the form of a much needed warning from another member of the family.>>

<< Watch and see....>>

 

[Ruby]

Melrose Place - Apt. 6

:: Cass stared at Sharon, shocked. She was totally speechless. She couldn't imagine EVER killing one of her kids. Not that she could have children but still... She closed her eyes for a few seconds and automatically she went to the moment she and her parents found out about her brother Thomas' death. ::

<<FLASH!>>

:: A blonde, eight year old CASS was playing in her bedroom with her teddy bears when she heard her mother, Sarah, scream. ::

"Mama?"

:: She was scared. She had never heard her mother scream like that. EVER. ::

*crying*: "Mama?"

:: Her dad, William, came to the doorway. His face was sad and his eyes were red. Cass hugged her bears tighter. ::

*crying*: "Daddy?"

:: Her father came and sat on the bed. Soon her mother came in and sat with them. Though she was only eight, she KNEW that something bad had happened. ::

*small voice*: "Mama?"

Sarah: "I'm sorry, honey, but Thomas..do you remember how we talked when Thomas went off to war?"

"Yes. Tommy went to go fight the bad guys."

:: Sarah smiled tearfully. She laid down beside Cass and held her. ::

Sarah: "That's right; he did. But do you remember what else we talked about?"

"Daddy said that sometimes the bad guys hurt the good guys. And that the good guys go to heaven afterwards."

:: Sarah and William were both crying by now. William cleared his throat. ::

William: *hoarsely*: "Honey, Tommy got hurt by the bad guys. And he went to heaven to join Grandpa."

*screaming*: "NO! Tommy said that he would come back to me!"

:: William held his daughter close. ::

*sobbing*: "Tommy said...Tommy said...I want Tommy back!!"

:: Her parents held little Cass close. From then on nothing would be the same again. ::

*choking sobs*: "Tommy...Tommy...Tommy..."

<<FLASH!>>

:: Cass opened her eyes and sat up quickly. A human would've given a choking gasp from the memories. Her facial expression was one of horror. Even though her own parents didn't kill her brother, the love that they showed both her and Thomas true beyond a shadow of a doubt. But Sharon...to kill her son in order to set him free was tremendous. ::

*softly*: "Oh Sharon..."

:: Sharon was telling her about the horrors her son went through. As she was listening her hands went into fists. ::

*angrily*: "Those...NAZIS!! My brother was...was brutalized by the actual NAZIS. All because he was half-Jewish. They took..."

:: Tears began to slide down her cheeks. ::

*crying*: "They took away my brother. MysTech has to pay!"

:: Wiping her eyes she stood up, a look of determination on her face. ::

"WE have to MAKE them PAY!"

:: Sharon was talking about how she shouldn't wait precious time by being cautious and that she deserved a chance. Then Sharon suggested training her. ::

"Yes! I would love it."

 

[Shadow Weaver]

Melrose Avenue- Bell Book & Candle

<< Karen hummed a tune softly as she moved about the apothecary. Even though it had been 2 years since she had her own practice as a psychotherapist, whenever she went out, she always believed in putting her best foot forward in manner of dress. Today was no different. Showing off her well toned, feminine form in a short sleeved belted jacket and skirt with matching purse and high heels, the doctor had a figure that, at 50+, still put girls half her age to shame. Her hair was down in an easy, bouncy flip and her elegant face was accent by her perfectly arched eyebrows. She truly was a "bewitching" beauty.>>

<< She'd come to accept and ENJOY being with a man 20 years her junior. Michael was in his 30s and in the prime of his life. Clearly a good match for Karen. It was a surprise to everyone, including them, that this relationship would turn out to be one of the most enduring of any in the Six. They complimented each other and offered checks and balances to one another as well as the team in general (serving as "Den Mother and Father" to the group)>>

<< and for the first time in a while, there hadn't been any deadly threats, toxic drama or strains internal or external. it was nice, for everyone involved and now, with Delilah expecting, Karen had been doting on her surrogate daughter. Indeed, she was a mother, like Sharon and was happy to help Delilah both as a mother and as a doctor.>>

<< This evening, however, was time just for her and Michael. Their outings were NEVER typical though. How could they be? She was a witch and while he was a mortal, he was a mentor to a powerful mutant and had stood along side a team of the most powerful mutants and metahumans on the planet despite being "....only human." >>

<< Now Michael found himself in this mysterious apothecary and was being patient and a good sport about it, still, even being around 3 witches on a consistent basis didnt make him comfortable with ALL the "witchy" things he saw in the apothecary and the LAST time he spent any length of time in an apothecary...the young mistress of the shop had been brutally murdered by Barbas despite his, Karen's and The Six's effort to save her. >>

<< Still, the evening had gone well and the mistress of THIS apothecary was charmed with an active power and lead a local coven of witches. She'd fended off several would be store robbers already and put such fear in them that word spread around NOT to target this store. Michael found THAT amusing.>>

Michael,

<< Karen called out to him from a differenet area of the shop.>>

I'm nearly ready to go now, I'm just checking out.

<< He'd heard THAT 30 minutes ago.>>

<<This time, however, Karen surprised him as she drew near, with her purse and bag of magickal delights in hand.>>

Well! that was quite nice! I have plenty of ingredients now to make a couple of helpful elixirs for Delilah to help her through this month of this pregnancy, plus some other items for Morgan, Blaze and myself.

Shall we go? We have just enough time to have dinner at the bistro before heading back to Melrose Place to check on Delilah. Sharon should have finished her exercises with her by now.

 

[Arsenal]

Mike was going past the same dust for the 15th time. 15 damn times. Even WITCHES took forever to decide.:help2:

Michael,

<< Karen called out to him from a differenet area of the shop.>>

I'm nearly ready to go now, I'm just checking out.

Play that shit again baby, you did that SAME thing half an hour ago.

Mike's stomach was rumbling and he was about to do lap 16.

Well! that was quite nice! I have plenty of ingredients now to make a couple of helpful elixirs for Delilah to help her through this month of this pregnancy, plus some other items for Morgan, Blaze and myself.

Shall we go? We have just enough time to have dinner at the bistro before heading back to Melrose Place to check on Delilah. Sharon should have finished her exercises with her by now.

Oh shit!! She WAS done...

Sure Doc. Let me carry that.

He held his Titanium Amex up for the young lady to take and swipe as he gathered the items up in a bag for Karen. He offered her his arm, grateful to be going outside and away from...whatever the hell that dust was.

Shall we go my dear?

 

[Shadow Weaver]

Melrose Avenue- strange occurrence

<< Karen was not expecting Michael to purchase these items for her, but she smiled as as he took the bag and offered her his arm and the left the apothecary together.>>

<< Outside, on melrose avenue, they began to walk together, Karen hugged close to him for a moment as a slightly cool breeze flowed.>>

Well that was very kind of you, Michael. Now, one good turn deserves another, I shall buy dinner for both of us. No objections!

<< Karen winked at him when suddenly their moment was interrupted by a bizzare encounter.>>

<<GASP!>>

<< Karen flinches with a start as a TRULY eerie, twisted, disheveled VERY old man emerged from the shadows of an alley way between two buildings and GRABBED hold of Karen's arm.>>

<< Even as Michael registered what was happening, Karen's REFLEXIVE defense kicked in as a WARDING spell ignited about her person. A golden field of magick flows across her arm, REPULSING the man's grip but shocking it doesnt HURT him like it should!>>

Old Man: You're magicks can't hurt me, WITCH!

<< Karen's opal blue eyes widden with dismay>>

Michael, LOOK!

<< on the twisted, eerie man's forehead, a RUNE appears, glowing gold, then BLUE.>>

Old man: THE MOON WAXES AND WANES!

<< Karen narrows her eyes...>>

Old Man: THE MOON WAS RED...HOT WITH BLOOD. NOW IT WILL BE BLUE! COLD FOR REVENGE!

<< The RUNE...>>

Michael...this man is...a SOOTHSAYER...

Old Man: YOUR POWER WILL FADE, WITCH! JUST WATCH AND SEE!! JUST....WATCH AND...SEE

<< he suddenly morphs into a ghostly apparition and LUNGES for Karen and Michael, with a frightful HOWL. But even as Karen begins to gesture and weave a pattern of power...the apparition VANISHES just as it reaches them>>

<< Breathing heavily for a moment, she turns and looks at Michael, who is equally at a loss>>

Michael, soothsayers don't appear like that in these modern times...unless a significant event is about to occurr! or mystical forces are out of balance. But we havent heard from Harbinger in several months....

<< the breeze whistles UP into a wind around them>>

Perhaps we should...return to Melrose Place....

 

[Spellbinder]

Melrose Place - Apartment 4

<< Morgan, Blaze and Nicolas arrive back to Melrose Place.>>

<< Blaze runs up to her apartment (8) while Morgan moves across the courtyard to a spiral staircase up to her apartment (4)>>

<< Quickly entering so that she can freshen up, she tosses her purse and keys on the counter, bending down to greet her beloved Tinkerbell, her enchanted familiar. After pouring her food and giving her fresh water, she rushes into her master bedroom to freshen up.>>

<< MERE SECONDS after she exited the living of her apartment, a column of wind forms, causing Tinkerbell to look up from her food bowl and mew with curiosity.>>

<< Persephone has appeared in Morgan's apartment. >>

<< Morgan, rushing about and wrapped up in what she's doing, has not immediately noticed her newly arrived guest. Minutes later, she comes rushing down the hall from her master bedroom toward the living room...>>

<< GASP!!!>>

<< Morgan jumps with a start as mystic chimes sound off...>>

Oh for goddess' sake! Ava you scared me half to death! I....

<< She finds Ava gently petting Tinkerbell, who jumped up on the sofa for some more attention. Morgan's violet eyes blink with astonishment as she finally realizes what...or WHO she sees before her.>>

AVA!?

<< Morgan shouts as she fully registers that Ava IS in fact HERE.>>

Where the HELL have you been!?

<< Said with a mix of relief and anger!>>

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<<Back outside in the courtyard, Nicolas thought to go see Delilah while waiting on the sisters to freshen up, but fate...or rather a PRECOG had other ideas.>>

<< a familiar "POP!" is heard in the air around him as a floating pair of glowing colbalt blue eyes opens before him. A manifestation of HARBINGER'S astral projection. She speaks to him both audibly and in his mind's eye on the astral plane.>>

Harbinger: NICOLAS!?

<< She sounds DISORIENTED, which is unusual for her.>>

Harbinger: I need to speak to you. Right now! meet me on the astral plane!

<< Strange, that she would not simply BLINK IN to the courtyard. She was welcomed here, but for some reason, she did not.>>

<< But the astral plane was as private as a person could get. not even that many mutants/meta-humans had the power or will to access it. Harbinger was one of the few who did, Nicolas was certainly another and with his power to psychokinetically "SHUNT" himself to the astral plane, he'd essentially teleport from physical reality to the astral plane.>>

 

[Arsenal]

<< Outside, on melrose avenue, they began to walk together, Karen hugged close to him for a moment as a slightly cool breeze flowed.>>

Well that was very kind of you, Michael. Now, one good turn deserves another, I shall buy dinner for both of us. No objections!

<< Karen winked at him when suddenly

Methuselah's grandaddy grabbed Karen by the arm. Mike moved over to fix the situation but Karen handled it, pushing the guy back with a magic blast. Or did she?

Old Man: You're magicks can't hurt me, WITCH!

<< Karen's opal blue eyes widden with dismay>>

Michael, LOOK!

<< on the twisted, eerie man's forehead, a RUNE appears, glowing gold, then BLUE.>>

Old man: THE MOON WAXES AND WANES!

<< Karen narrows her eyes...>>

Old Man: THE MOON WAS RED...HOT WITH BLOOD. NOW IT WILL BE BLUE! COLD FOR REVENGE!

<< The RUNE...>>

Michael...this man is...a SOOTHSAYER...

Old Man: YOUR POWER WILL FADE, WITCH! JUST WATCH AND SEE!! JUST....WATCH AND...SEE

By this time Mike has a pair of 50 cal IMI Desert Eagles on this motherfucker and he is not looking so good. He goes Caspar and then rushes them. Just as Mike wishes he had Madelyn with him the damned thing dissipates.

Michael, soothsayers don't appear like that in these modern times...unless a significant event is about to occurr! or mystical forces are out of balance. But we havent heard from Harbinger in several months....

<< the breeze whistles UP into a wind around them>>

Perhaps we should...return to Melrose Place....

Yeah, let's get back.

The Roadrunner was already started by remote. Mike quickly but gently put Karen in and then jumped into the other side, tires screeching as he made it quickly back to MP.

 

[Rampage]

<< a familiar "POP!" is heard in the air around him as a floating pair of glowing colbalt blue eyes opens before him. A manifestation of HARBINGER'S astral projection. She speaks to him both audibly and in his mind's eye on the astral plane.>>

Harbinger: NICOLAS!?

<< She sounds DISORIENTED, which is unusual for her.>>

Harbinger: I need to speak to you. Right now! meet me on the astral plane!

<< Strange, that she would not simply BLINK IN to the courtyard. She was welcomed here, but for some reason, she did not.>>

What in the hell?

Even as Nicolas thought he immediately shunted into the astral plane. He could feel his powers heighten immensely. He was even more powerful here now and though his Father tainted his power, damn it was a lot of power he GAVE him as well.

His form was dark, his eyes seeping reddish psionic energy as he met Alison here.

What is the matter Alison? Why do you seem...so uncertain?

Reaching into the vastness he calls...and his axe comes to him. He did not like this at all and, if Alison was hurt, someone was going to pay dearly for it.